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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=589705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Doina song [Doina]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=589705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From Nistru to Tisza Plain<br>All Romanians complain,<br>For they can't bear anymore<br>All these guys with foreign core,<br>From Hotin to Black Sea coast<br>Rides the Moskals' mighty host,<br>From the sea back to Hotin<br>They would like to take our skin;<br>And from Dorna to Boian<br>Cankerworms come one by one,<br>While the strangers with their power<br>Everything want to devour,<br>In the mountains, down the vales<br>Enemies have made large trails<br>From Săcele to Sătmar <br>The escape is much too far,<br>Woe the poor Romanian soul!<br>Like a cancer starts to crawl,<br>Neither walks, nor he is calm<br>Cannot feel the autumn's charm<br>Or the summer as he planned,<br>He's a stranger in his land,<br>From Turnu to Dorohoi<br>All the enemies enjoy<br>Their armies to deploy;<br>And when come with weapons here<br>All the songs will disappear,<br>And the birds will fly away<br>Scared by this foreign array;<br>Thorns will gather more and more<br>At the Christian's humble door,<br>Cries the country, troubled mother,<br>For the greenwood – our brother – <br>Is cut down by villain hand,<br>Springs dry out and turn to sand – <br>Wretched people, wretched land!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=589705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who is fond of foreign guys<br>May the dogs eat up his eyes,<br>May he lose his dearest place<br>And the plague may kill his race! <br>O, lord Stephen, raise your flag<br>And at Putna do not lag,<br>Leave the cloister and the choir<br>In the care of the old prior<br>Leave the saints and holy matters<br>In the care of priests and cantors <br>Let them ring the bells with might<br>All day long and every night,<br>Maybe God will bring salvation<br>To your soul and to your nation!<br>Leave your grave, again be born <br>Let me hear you blow the horn<br>And Moldavia now worn,<br>Blow it once and in despair <br>All Moldavia'll be there,<br>Blow it twice and do not doubt<br>For the woods will help you out,<br>Blow it thrice, do not be shy,<br>And all enemies will die<br>Everywhere beneath the sky – <br>May the crows await their fall<br>And the gallows hang them all!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mihai+Eminescu">Mihai Eminescu</a></strong>, translated by Octavian Cocoş</div>